But, now...it was only a painful reminder of Michael. No, I
wouldn't do this again. I wouldn't miss him, and I
certainly wouldn't worry about him. I tighlty held
Roger's arm and took a deep breath. I tried to focus on the
movie. We were watching the scene where Jack was teaching Rose
how to spit. Roger giggled, I would've laughed with him but,
I couldn't. I couldn't. Running from the cop, him singing
to me, all of it was stuck in my head and I just couldn't. My
eyes begun tearing up.
"Ella, are you okay?" He asked
"Yeah." I squeaked
"Then why are you crying?" He questioned
"It's so sad Jack is going to die in the end." I
tried
"Ella,"
"What?" I asked
Roger took a deep breath.
"Go call him."
"Rog-" I began
"Save it, you're not upseting me. Go and call him."
He said
I sensed that he wasn't too happy, but I didn't really
care at this point.
I got up and dashed to my room fell at my knees where my phone
was. I picked it up and breathlessly dialed his number.
"Hey, you reached Michael, unfortunetly I couldn't
answer the phone. So call me later, and for the love of God,
Please don't leave me a message."
I hung up, and began to wonder what Roger told him. What did
Roger say that ticked off Michael so bad? I wanted to go ask him,
but, I was afraid Roger had anger issues, pushing him too far
wouldn't be a good idea.
So instead, I went searching for my only friend at the moment,
Mickey Mouse. I stepped outside, and scanned the park hoping and
praying that Mickey was out here some where. But, I wouldn't
have been too suprised if he wasn't. I mean, it was around
four in the morning. I climbed down the stairs and walked around.
It was unusually cold today, and I swear I could smell popcorn in
the air.
"Mickey?" I saw him sitting against the wall of a gift
shop eating a bucket of popcorn.
"Mickey!" I yelled as I ran towards him.
"Hey, I need to talk to you buddy." I said
Mickey didnt' seem like he wanted to talk, his face was
planted on the popcorn and he wouldn't even look at me.
"Mick, is everything ok?" I asked
He gave me a slow nodd.
"You sure?" I asked again.
He nodded a bit faster now.
"Well, Mickey, I made a huge mistake again. I feel like, my
life, me and everything I've worked for is falling apart. I
know, I sound like I'm being dramatic, but it's the
truth. In the past few days, I've been through more action
then I have in the past 4 years of highschool." I
confessed
Mickey continued to eat the popcorn. He had to squeeze in his
hand through his mask and eat.
"Mickey, you look uneasy, why don't you take off your
mask?" I asked
He shook his head.
"Why not, is it a work policy or something?" I
questioned
"Why not, is it a work policy or something?" I
questioned
Mickey nodded
"Well, um anyways, you know how Michael showed up
right?" I asked
He seemed some what alarmed hearing me talk about Michael.
"Well, he came and we danced and then he sang for me, and
Mickey, you should hear him sing." I dazed
"His voice is angelic but yet beastly, and he sang own of my
favorite songs." I continued
"When he sang, I felt so happy, then we went to a park, he
took some pictures of me, and we stole food from a cop." I
laughed
"He took the entire bucket of fried chicken, Oh God, it was
hilarious, and at Mcdonalds, we thought this guy was hitting on
me, but, he was apparently hitting on Michael." I smiled
Mickey shook his hand, probably wondering what happened next. I
tooke a deep breath.
"The next part is a little sad." I said tearing up a
little bit.
Mickey put his hand on my shoulder.
"I said something stupid, and upset him. I told him that I
don't love him basically." I cried
"But, that's a lie. It's the biggest lie ever, and
you want to know why I said that?" I asked
Mickey eagerly shook his head.
"I, don't want him to think that he can control me, I
don't want him to find out he means the world to me, I
don't want that because I'm scared. I don't want to
get hurt. I've seen girls get hurt all my life, and every
time I saw it, I promised my self that I would never be that
girl." I sobbed.
Mickey took a hold of my shaking hand.
"He's opposite of everything I look for in a man,
he's reckless, childish and he plays with girls like little
girls play with barbies. He said his longgest relationship was a
week. That's how serious the guy is." I said in
dismay
"Mickey, I don't want a guy who will leave me in a week,
I dont' want to be Taylor Swift, I don't want to date
several guys and move on. I don't want to be that girl. I
just want that one guy, to love and cherish till I die and
I'm afraid Michael isn't that guy." I said
Mickey wipped of my tears and held me.
"He says he wants to hold me, and I have no problem with
that, as long as he never lets go." I sobbed.
Mickey held me tighter.
I took a deep breath, and eventually managed to recollect
myself.
"Well, thanks for listening Mickey. I should go back to my
room now." I said.
Before I could stand up, Mickey got up and carried me bridal
style.
"You're so sweet, sometimes I wish I could just love you
instead." I laughed
Mickey nodded and silently carried me to my suite.